Summer Cars

As I must stand at the curb
Bathed in mid-day sun
I realise I am lucky
As I watch the need for cars
Pass me by.

When they pass
I think the new queues
Needed
Are equal to an eternal funeral.

Nothing ever ends.
For the strangers with the motors.







Poetry by limber junctionson
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Written on 2008-06-25 at 04:31

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Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
If the gasoline prices go much more, there will many more
good souls like you standing at the curb, but with many
fewer cars to watch

good poem (as usual)

Stan
2008-06-27